It's dark, cold, and wet; it's raining. Despite the rain, fire roars and crackles; illuminating the night sky. "Wilbur? What are you doing here?" Tommy asks, shaking from the cold. "My...L'Manburg; Tommy, this is my...unfinished symphony." Wilbur, originally looking deep into the damp inferno, turns to look at his brother. Tommy takes a step back and lifts an arm above his head, shielding his eyes from the rain.              
  He takes a good look at Wilbur; who is now standing, back to the ruins of a once prosperous nation. Wilbur's hair is short, curly, and unkempt; a streak of dusty white contrasting with the dark brown. His face; the upper right half of Wilbur's face is a pale shade of sickly green, it's rotting skin. The rotting skin has been crudely stapled to the rest of his face. Wilbur's eyes almost glow an intimidating red, they seem to pierce Tommy's soul. His mouth; Wilbur's lips are curled into a sly and devilish smile; a cigar hangs loosely between his teeth. He's grown a beard; it's short and unkempt like his hair.
  Wilbur is wearing his signature desaturated red beanie and dirty yellow sweater; along with a long, dirty, and tattered brown coat; his once black jeans now faded to a dusty gray. He has chosen to wear black fingerless gloves and old, brown, steel toe combat boots. Lastly, poorly sewn to the back of his coat, is a long, tattered; blue, red, and white striped flag, the beginning of the flag is black, and gold lining and x's shine in the light of the fire.

  "You've been staring at me for quite a while Tommy, what's wrong? Have you got something to say to your dear big brother?" Wilbur tilts his head back slightly, mocking Tommy.

"What happened to you?"    

"What happened to me?" "What happened to me!?" "TOMMY I WAS SAVED! HE-...Dream...saved me." Wilbur looks drained as he speaks.
  "Tommy, have you heard 'Seven Ages of Man' by William Shakespeare?" Tommy's Breathing hitches when Wilbur asks this. "What?" "Have you-" Tommy interrupts. "No, no. I heard you perfectly fine Will, I just don't understand what that has anything to do with this."

"Answer the question Tommy."

"...No?"

Wilbur sighs and steps closer to Tommy.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school."

Wilbur turns back to the still roaring flames.

"And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth."

Wilbur then turns to his left and traverses the rubble.

"And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloons,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

Wilbur stops and turns back to Tommy.

"Do you know the meaning of that excerpt?"

Tommy stares blankly at his brother.

  "Tommy; that excerpt depicts life and mortality. Shakespeare merely uses the analogy of the world as a stage and people as actors to simplify it. ...Tommy I have gone through most of the stages in my life; I was born, I grew to be a child, then an adolescent, then a young adult; but I never grew any older. I can't grow any older. Because I died; Tommy! I died! I was stuck in limbo for NINE YEARS; TOMMY! ...But Dream saved me. He revived me, Tommy. That man is my hero."

"Wilbur you know what he's-"

"You're right; I do know; but honestly Tommy, I don't CARE!"

"My L'Manburg."

"My unfinished symphony."

"It was never meant to be."

Fin